His low growl held no threat for Annabelle Linton.
She was as cold and detached as ever, her brow furrowed with impatience. "Do you have to make things difficult for everyone? Can't you just live your life in peace? I don't like you. I have no feelings for you. There is no chance of us ever being together. What's the point of forcing it, again and again?"
She'd lost count of how many times she'd said it.
She just felt fed up. So incredibly fed up.
Leona Grant watched her, his gaze chilling. Beneath his expressionless mask, a torrent of rage was churning.
'If he had a choice, he wouldn't be like this either.'
All his life, people had fawned over him. Before he met her, he didn't even know the meaning of the word 'force'.
'Isn't it good enough to stay by my side?'
'I'd spoil her, love her, give her unparalleled influence, do everything in my power to make her happy. Isn't that what all women want?'
